Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical .44

[Redman] come!!!!!
[Marley] Play this song on your radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
1: Method Man]
Oh no, another lyrica forty fo'
If it gets deep, jump in feet first hold yo' nose
I'm a beast you step on my toe you hear my whistle
Checkin 'em hoe, you see my lettin it go
I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya
Time to party, Meth, Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come it, awww shit it
Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop me knock me
Jamaica most high Haile Selassie
willin, another sound boy killin
I'm hot bitch I don't cold or catch feelings
The truth be the youth
And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take of his fam
what y'all better do
Examine our skin we to win
tell the people we be jammin again
[Verse 2:
Make way for Reggie
Got more hoes than canyon
I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for
I, shoot at your feet make you dancin
I'm pissin on picnics where ya campin
got the ziplock from Ziggy
When the zig zag I'll rip your zip code
Got fucked up off the hypno
I tip toe, then wait till bend over
(There I go) money
I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on
(Blaow!) Look out, in the air
(Blaow!) guns in the air
No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
dread right or wrong
I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers
Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus:
I don't about your bling bling bling
Over here we let things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me
BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up
I don't care your bling bling bling
here we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time
BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley]
I neva wonda why so much ganja ya
And dem a wonda how so much feature
Blunt dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and
Teach it like a preach it like a preacher
Put you in a
Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under
Gimme di gimme di blunt and a sensimillia
Gimme di chunks di cup and a couple senorita
Jr. di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha
Jumpin off on di metah , you best yah
Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
Well since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled
So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a
when we hear some politician trippin
When a di big ting I'm right there wid di clip in
So just smile now yuh flip yuh flippin lippin
Got a big forty five it's trigga finga
Then mi buck up yuh so far yuh don't know what's happenin
Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's yuh fat and go gym
Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
It is dappin slappin it is non stoppin
Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi
If a gal try dat she's a pigeon
Well woman a tear off mi pants
Natty inna di benz and have recline switchin
If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up
dun tell yuh but yuh don't listen
[Outro:
this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio